The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The iron gate did not open. It dissolved into a mist that smelled of wet wool and old blood, revealing the courtyard behind it not as I had left it, but as a place where the air itself was thick with the weight of waiting. I stood alone in the center of the cobbled square, my uniform heavy with a dampness that was not rain. The sky above was a bruised purple, swirling with slow, silent storms...

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